Kibishi had decided to go on and train himself today, he would be bringing out his favored weapon. A Scythe that was rather large and heavy, it would take some time to get used to it. Deciding on the simple training to start it off, it would be how to handle the weapon. Positioning, how to swing the scythe to get the entire force of the weapon behind it, striking behind someone and piercing through the tree's. One day, he would be able to cut through the entire tree one of these days.
Bringing up the blade above his shoulder, he would take a step and swing the scythe over a clear area. Almost tripping over how much strength it requires to even wield such a heavy weapon. Maybe he should have started with a smaller weapon but he just liked this one so much more. It was cooler and most people through it was just rather average.
Not him, he took his time and began to take another few swings, getting a better grip of the swing. Following through with his big steps forward and then bringing the scythe back over his shoulder. Repeating the motion would give him time to learn more, his muscles would react on their own and his mind would be sharper.
When he thought that he had gotten better, something had come out wrong from his stance. Leaning into the scythe swing to roughly, his scythe had grown tiresome in his arms and he let go without noticing. Sending the scythe past his own face and into a tree, almost cutting off his own head.
"So that's the reason, not many people use scythes."
Bringing up the blade above his shoulder, he would take a step and swing the scythe over a clear area. Almost tripping over how much strength it requires to even wield such a heavy weapon. Maybe he should have started with a smaller weapon but he just liked this one so much more. It was cooler and most people through it was just rather average.
Not him, he took his time and began to take another few swings, getting a better grip of the swing. Following through with his big steps forward and then bringing the scythe back over his shoulder. Repeating the motion would give him time to learn more, his muscles would react on their own and his mind would be sharper.
When he thought that he had gotten better, something had come out wrong from his stance. Leaning into the scythe swing to roughly, his scythe had grown tiresome in his arms and he let go without noticing. Sending the scythe past his own face and into a tree, almost cutting off his own head.
"So that's the reason, not many people use scythes."